Hear, hear! A flea! D’ye rightly take the jest?
I call a flea a tidy guest.
MEPHISTOPHELES. (Sings.)
There was a king once reigning,
Who had a big black flea,
And loved him past explaining,
As his own son were he.
He called his man of stitches;
The tailor came straightway:
Here, measure the lad for breeches,